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Sonnet III: Builders
So we live in a world that is better
Thus… and we live as all men ought to be.
It was done without deigning to fetter
Us… They have done it by setting us free.
And while man, a creator of beauty
Will… be compensed that his beauty may bloom;
But, the man who makes ugliness duty
Still… gains employment (by pushing a broom.)
And a man who will strive to build greatness,
Too… Shall be striven his greatness to build.
While his ugliness, failure, and hate, thus,
Who… shall be swept into labour, unskilled.
Run in fear! All is lost! You deceivers!
Know… The Romance, of these Knights, does return!
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Intro 3: Duty
What if one’s duty
Was in truth and in beauty.
Can you let me know?
What if the very
Final, extraordinary
May well overflow?
Sonnet II: Custodians
But they managed their deeds without casting
Down… as you wretched will usually try.
They have made exaltation their duty;
Men… they shall cleanse of your odious taint.
They have filled our museums with beauty,
Then… they discarded your splatters of paint.
They have tossed out your volumes of garble,
Not… fit for lining the cage of a skunk.
They’ve exalted our beauty in marble
Wrought… when they crushed all your piles of junk.
And your music and verse is forgotten
Guff… with its horrible discordant clash.
They’ve divested the Earth of that rotten
Stuff… when they threw out the rest of the trash.
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Intro 2: Cleansed
Rape thou not these Gods
For We shall clean all of thee
From out Our ravaged world.
Sonnet I: Warriors
Have the Gods of the Copybook Headings,
Tall… by you wretched deceivers controlled;
By the Knights of the Copybook spreading,
All… of the truths of your lies will be told.
They have burned all the books you have written;
When… all your books were rewritten with lies;
They’ve uncovered the books you have hidden,
Then… they have ripped from your face its disguise.
They have cast you to fall from the towers,
How… they, you ‘surpers, they’ve torn from their thrones.
Though you’ve cast your aspersions by hours,
Now… you’ll be lucky to pick though the bones.
Not a gauntlet was raised nor contrasting
Frown… for they did it by lifting us high.
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Intro 1: The Knights of the Copybook Headings
To Rudyard Kipling:
I have seen what thou hast seen;
And praise its return!
Romanticism
Hath breathed, for thee, new breath.
Through electricity.
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